I was so in love in high school. I think he was my soul mate—we both played sports, he was the much better athlete than I was and he was a year older. He received a scholarship and was off to college. I was staying behind with an alcoholic father and a mother who worked afternoons. I broke up with him before he could dump me and leave me behind. I thought I would never go to college—my parents didn’t believe in college except for learning how to party, so college was out of the question for me. I started my senior year miserable and participated in as many things as possible so I wouldn’t be home.
I graduated from high school with no plans for college—but I did go to community college and played two sports on scholarship (my parents didn’t know). I then got a job as a secretary at an ad agency and received tuition assistance. I was married and divorced two times in four years never any kids. I waited five years and married again. I have now been married miserably for eleven years with two girls. I won’t leave or give up—everyone thinks I have everything from the outside but I don’t. (Although I did receive my Bachelor’s degree).
The question is that through a weird set of circumstances, my first love (who had gone on to better things) stopped by my parents home out of the blue. Prior to this, I had been thinking about his mom and she walked into an open house I was holding open back in spring of 2007. Then, I was thinking about her again and not an hour later my mom called me to say that my old boyfriend had stopped by their home—he was in the area— I called his Mom to speak with him and we met at the football game where my child was participating. He brought his kids and we just talked. Everything was timed perfectly. My husband was at a golf outing, I had my daughters and we were at a football game (ironically where our romance began) surrounded by people. Everything was innocent. He left with his kids in the third quarter to drive back home. He will probably never be back in the area since his mother was moving that weekend and his father has long since moved out of the area—so chances of me seeing him again aren’t there. We had never run into each other for twenty-five years—again, why now?
